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"Mother..."
The old man's voice was barely audible, reaching only Garen and the woman. The middle-aged woman looked bewildered as she stared at the decaying figure approaching her, and she was suddenly so frightened that she collapsed onto the ground.
"Who... who are you? Don't come any closer!" The woman waved her hands to ward off the old man, clearly terrified by the scene before her.
In terms of appearance, the old man looked old enough to be her grandfather, yet he was calling her mother? Even Garen was taken aback, momentarily at a loss for words.
Could it be that this old man was not in his right mind? Garen scrutinized him closely, his eyes narrowing gradually.
Seeing the woman's frantic attempts to push him away, a look of sorrow crossed the old man's face as he reached out toward her, only to helplessly withdraw his hand.
"Mother..."
"Don't call me that! You crazy old man! I am not your mother!" The woman screamed, taking advantage of his momentary pause to quickly hide behind Garen.
"I am Kirin... Mother..." The old man's eyes were filled with pain as tears trembled down his cheeks.
The woman's expression froze in shock as she stammered, "How do you know that name... Kirin... my child... where is he?"
It was clear that Kirin was the seven or eight-year-old boy caught in the hurricane. Watching the woman begin to sob uncontrollably, Garen felt an audacious guess forming in his mind.
Lucifer's words slowly resurfaced in his thoughts—Chaos's order of time.
The old man suddenly burst into tears like a child, lunging forward. "I am Kirin! I am Kirin... My mother... I've been waiting for you here for nearly sixty years... I almost thought I wouldn't see you again..."
"You..." Perhaps because of the name Kirin, the woman did not show any signs of disgust; instead, she appeared somewhat flustered.
At that moment, there was a ripping sound as the old man tore open his shirt, revealing a large area of wrinkled skin. The woman's eyes widened in shock, and just as she was about to scold him, she froze.
"What is this..." The woman stared at the circular birthmark, tears streaming down her face. "Why does my child's birthmark appear on you... No, it can't be... You are not Kirin... You cannot be him."
"Mother, I miss you so much..."
The woman's gaze became vacant as she looked at the wrinkled, aged face before her. She shook her head frantically and then reached out her hand. The moment her fingertips touched the birthmark, she could no longer hold back and embraced Kirin, sobbing uncontrollably.
Her cries were filled with unbearable sorrow, almost tearing apart the air. The crowd in the distance watched the two with confusion etched on their faces.
Meanwhile, Garen had already begun to ascend to the top of the steps.
Upon witnessing this scene, Garen understood what "the time and space of Chaos" referred to. Clearly, time in Immortal City was disordered, like a completed scarf that had been unraveled and re-knit; the original order had been completely disrupted.
Take this mother and son pair for example. Although they entered Immortal City at the same time, due to the "weaving" of Void Power, the son's arrival occurred nearly sixty years before his mother!
Under normal circumstances, Garen would likely continue observing; after all, such a special temporal distortion had never occurred even in Valoran Continent.
But now, he was no longer in the mood to investigate further.
If the temporal order of Immortal City is indeed Chaos, it means that the "Demon Weapon" passed down many years ago is very likely Han Yun's.
He arrived several eras earlier than Garen!
Moreover, according to Han Yun's character, he would not easily resort to violence against others. In this lost city, Han Yun has only one enemy—Tastandin! At the same time, Tastandin is very likely the Frostbringer, after all, in the power-restricted Immortal City, Harbinger cannot unleash his powers unless it is a weapon integrated with the soul, such as Freezing Command.
However, that is not the most critical point.
What puts the most pressure on Garen is still the issue of temporal order. If Han Yun truly arrived at an ancient time node, how would he survive?
It should be noted that Han Yun had never cultivated Fighting Spirit! Regardless of whether his powers are restricted or not, his physical lifespan would not exceed a hundred years!
Of course, everything might not be as dire as it seems.
After all, the order of Chaos is difficult to touch upon; it’s possible that this spear merely descended into ancient times while Han Yun exists at another node. Perhaps he is currently in some corner of the city, like Kirin, with white hair and age, or maybe he has arrived several decades later...
Garen couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of confusion.
In any case, if he wants to clarify this series of matters, Garen must enter the Temple and meet Master Yi.
"What do you think you're doing!" At that moment, a guard strode forward from the Temple and shouted sternly, "Leave immediately!"
However, Garen appeared to be deaf to the warning and continued walking towards the spear.
The guard exchanged glances with his companion, instantly sensing something was amiss. Seven guards shouted angrily as they approached Garen, quickly surrounding him.
This scene immediately drew the attention of the crowd below.
"What is he trying to do? The Temple opens for worship in the middle of each month, but today is only the beginning of the month... Does he not understand the rules?"
"Yeah, this kind of behavior will only... Wait! He's not trying to enter the Temple! He's trying to steal the demon's weapon!"
"Oh my... Could he be an accomplice of the demons?"
The crowd erupted into chaos, various exclamations filling the air. Kekafu finally arrived at the scene and, upon seeing what was happening on the steps, felt as if he had fallen into an ice pit, his eyes revealing despair.
"Please step aside," Garen said, looking at the guards blocking his way.
"You want the demon's weapon?" The guard eyed Garen warily while whispering to his companion, who immediately dashed into the Temple.
Garen frowned slightly, feeling a distaste for the term "demon's weapon," but nodded nonetheless. "Yes."
The guard did not expect Garen to be so straightforward and replied in a low voice, "Anyone who dares to covet the demon's weapon is an enemy of the Temple! Master Yi will not let you off easily!"
As his words fell, the doors of the Temple thundered open, and a large number of well-equipped guards rushed out. The sound of armor clashing filled the air as nearly a hundred guards surrounded Garen tightly.
"I'm sorry. Although I don't know if the demon you speak of is the same one I know," Garen said, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I hope you won't refer to the owner of this spear as a demon again."
"A demon is a demon! Evil, greedy, bloodthirsty, savage... The soldiers of Temple will show no mercy to a demon!" The leading guard snorted coldly, speaking arrogantly, "I will never agree!"
Garen rolled up the cuffs of his formal attire. "Then I will be very angry."
The dozens of guards were taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter. In all their years at Temple, they had never encountered such an arrogant enemy! Angry? Even that demon had died at the hands of Frostbringer; after all, not everyone had the right to be angry.
But soon, the laughter came to an abrupt halt.
The leading guard suddenly flew backward, and immediately after, the tightly formed encirclement was breached as guards were sent tumbling away, crashing to the ground with loud thuds...
In the blink of an eye, a straight path had been carved through the encirclement!
At the end of this path stood Garen beside the spear, gripping its shaft firmly.
Clang!
Perhaps due to the immense force, as the spear was drawn from its resting place, its tip trembled violently, emitting a resonant hum!
"Let's go together."
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